2013

I want to hand my kid my phone without him stumbling on my OKCupid app, my sexts, or my selfies. Is that so much to ask?

My thinking about sex addiction is evolving — the neuroscience is more interesting, and the sex addiction industrial complex more bankrupt, than I previously understood.

A running index of my thoughts on whether sex addiction is real, and whether I have it.

We repeat traumas because we want to. Freud taught me that, and my analyst helped me see it, and I’m still not done with it.

I’m no whisky snob, but I know what I like to drink.

I like looking at people, and Penn Station gives me a way to do it blatantly, unapologetically.

Your mouth has one purpose. It’s not speaking.

A pretty woman on the stairs, a tingle in my cock, and the long road from wanting more to wanting enough.

Neighborhood swinging, birthday party gossip, and the rules of the club — explained over grilled chicken, with a two-year-old on someone’s knee.

A woman on the street stops me in my tracks.